Miriam got a phone call the other day. It was a relative of Martin Luther King calling to urge Californians to vote yes on Prop 8, saying it was God's will, and that (basically) it's what MLK would have wanted because... y'know he's a relative of MLK and so is right.

Oh really? I paraphrase, but:

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of homosexuals and the sons of heterosexuals will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by their sexuality but by the content of their character.